Right so I know I should be writing my other fic's not starting any new ones, and I'm not sure where this is going. However this little drabble scene decided to haunt my dreams last night, so here it is.
I'd like it to be a Mycroft fic, 'cos he's fun to write.
Hope you like
Jas xx
Slipping out of the window the zip of her thigh length black leather boots caught on the hasp. She swore as she felt the tug, he'd spot any tiny fleck of metal paint, any scratch of the white gloss of the lintel, or bronze hasp. She had hoped to slip out, and back again unnoticed, excusing herself to sleep in the little attic room had given her time to change and prepare for her adventure. The night was hot and sticky, with the oppressive overtone of a thunderstorm that just wouldn't break, and although she had chosen her outfit with the heat in mind, the JPG bodysuit was tight and it wouldn't do to be hot and flustered.
She dropped from the window and swung onto the fire-escape platform gently using the balls of her feet. The trickiest bit of this climb was carefully avoiding dropping her 8-inch stiletto heels through the metalwork grid. To avoid this she climbed the outside of the staircase, monkey scrambling until she reached the solid concrete below. She smiled a shark-like grin as she looked up the four story building to the carefully shut garret window she had just emerged from. No one would believe it was a viable escape route, no one but him.
The black Langham coat she had chosen for this evening, wasn't the most sexy item she wore, but it covered her outfit, and would keep her somewhat drier if the weather suddenly broke. Aware that it was after midnight on a Friday morning, she was in no hurry to be arrested for soliciting, and although her stays were just visible below the coat, the crotch of the body suit, and her buttocks were well covered. The coat also had nice strong pockets, although she carried a credit card and some ID inside her boots, the coat contained her wallet with some cash, and her carefully hidden Bernadelli Gardone .25 ACP.
He once told her the best way to move if trying not to attract attention is to walk as if you belong. Head held high, even steps, she strolled casually through the summer's night, her hair was pulled back into a long French plat, It's normal dirty blonde, dulled by a sheen of purple hair mascara which matched her chosen makeup. When her face was caught in the orange streetlights, it flashed blue and purple her normal pale skin taking the colour of black lipstick and purple eyeshadow. Her normal blue eyes flashed with the red contact lenses she wore, plunging on through the night, a true Vamp.
When she reached the club, her face lit with a smirk, she wasn't early, but she was in no way late. When the invite had reached her she was sure she wouldn't be allowed to go, but the more she planned, the more she was convinced she could escape him for an evening. She slipped down the anonymous basement steps, and knocking three times on the anonymous wooden door, she was admitted into the darkness of the club. The music was heavy and base led, just as she liked it, and the room was filled with darkly dressed men and woman, some in fetish, but the most worrying of them, in dress suits.
Some of the faces she recognized, some of them recognized her. Although recognition except in closed groups was often frowned upon, she was well known and popular and some couldn't help smiling at her. Others carefully avoided crossing her path, as she walked through the throng of bodies. Some people had half formed memories of her that even in this environment scared them, and of course some people just knew about him. Some had been on his wrong side, some on his right, but people don't like to be reminded of people like him, especially when they were trying to forget everything else.
She was looking for a familiar face, the man who had invited her, to thank him, to show him she'd come, to show him that despite her domestic cage, she was capable of escape. However brief enquiry's showed he was not free at that moment. He would return later, return for the main show return for whatever he had planned, and she would wait patiently. She walked towards the uniformed waitress to collect a glass of Cristal, when her eyes alighted on the black umbrella perched against the padded wall. She turned, as firm hands carefully removed her coat from her.
"Good evening Mycroft".
"Good evening Lucy, what a pleasant surprise."
P.S. Lucy is now away until Good Friday, boo hiss, so my sister and I are making the most of an empty house, I've invented a new meal Chocolate sauce, Maple Syrup and rice pudding, followed by sardines and pasta sauce, followed by many different cheeses and salsa! My Mass tomorrow we might be very fragrant, and I may have gone mad!
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Jas xx
